"Behave, baby, give me five minutes, I'll be right there," the man's husky, magnetic voice was irresistibly sexy throughout the night.
In the shower room, Mi Yao, upon hearing such a bewitching voice, instinctively wanted to flee. He had never called her "baby"; he preferred calling her by her name.
Especially when his blood was boiling as he drained her continuously, he would call her Mi Yao over and over again...
At those times, she almost had the illusion—had he fallen in love with her name?
Mi Yao felt as if she were bewitched; not only did she not flee, but she also tiptoed away from her footsteps, standing by the door. She craned her neck to look at the large bed.
The man's military pants were tightly hooked by two pale, delicate legs, indescribably sensual.
"Commander Feng, shall we shower together?"
"No need to, after all, it's our first time; the blood you shed for me, I'd like it to stay on the sheets." The man was wild.
"But..."
